Brad resisted. "No, please, I can't," he moaned. Mike kissed him again and continued to massage his hole. Hestarted to rub Brad's cock and pu...hed his cock again betweenBrad's tight ass muscles. He slowly rotated his tool working itdeeper and deeper into the moaning orderly. Brad relaxed and tookthe rock hard organ into his body. Mike worked the hole fasterand harder. He rammed into Brad's aching hole with force,banging the bed against the wall. They kissed passionately asMike. Being friends with him was almost impossible at times. He liked to flirt and tease, and he had no idea how much that hurt me - to flirt with him, and smile, and know he had no idea the fires he stoked up inside me every time. To know he didn't really even know I existed, on a sexual plane at any rate. I would often go home after seeing him, alone, and masturbate to one orgasm after another while fantasizing about Erik - Erik smiling at me, Erik wrapping his big hands around my breasts, Erik,. When the bank closed it actually used its own well. He was sure it was now dry or the pipes and/or pump didn't work. Besides, city water was available so why rework the well?The next morning Garrett rose early. He usually slept late every chance he got but the hard floor of the bank wasn't conducive to lying around and dozing. He quickly dressed and headed for the door intending on finding something to eat, perhaps at the next-door cafe.He was still drowsy and consequently didn't pay attention. But this isn't the only thing I want out of my life." You want it all," I said in what I hoped was a playful voice. "You always did."I probably should have left the last sentence off but I didn't. I found I didn't regret it."I did want it all," she admitted. "I wanted you to wait for me to be ready for you. I wanted people to know who I was and I wanted them to envy me. I wanted the money and the fame. I've got everything but the first."Laughter escaped before I could stop it."I know. I was.